Furniteur Mysteries
Cut out the lights and tear you apart
Glow like a cigarette lit in the dark
The mystery of what we've made
We build it up and throw it away
Nothing to lose
I want to get lost along the way
I believe in the mystery that we make
(I want you)
Don't blame me it's the mystery we create
(I want you)
Hurts like a whisper shared in the dark
Hope to die, cross my heart
The memory of this charade
I give it up just to take it away
Nothing to prove
That can't get lost along the way
I believe in the mystery that we make
(I want you)
Don't blame me it's the mystery we create
(I want you)
